Like A Black Rose

by goot   Nov 19, 2004


I feed from death.
Suckling at it's teat.
Crying when I am out of its grip.
Lusting for the support.

I love for death.
Blinded by lust.
Crazed by violence.
And death loves me.

I look to my love.
His eyes fire-black.
A single kiss.
One taste of bitter cold.

My hands go numb.
My eyes slide closed.
The love ebbing now.

Death has taken me.
Just as i was born new.
And now i want not this.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Flea

    I never noticed this poem...i wonder why???
    oh well im here now and thats all that matters
    this poem is very lustful in a sad way its enjoyable to read...
    awesome poem...better then oliver (o to the livers) ha ha like what isnt better then that
    njot saying this is bad this is like a Wa-BOOM on da richter scale
    awesome job
    keep scribblin'
    catch ya
    love ya

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